Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
It had been months of sitting around her apartment, sad and lonely. Her mind never stopped replaying scenes of Razor at The Red Door. She couldn’t have him, but she could watch him. That’s why she was sitting in a small, dimly lit room sipping an overly priced champagne.
The room she sat in was a private viewing room at The Red Door.
She’d paid to have a private viewing. After nothing but tension between her and Razor, Lottie had decided she needed some form of release.
She wanted to lock Razor in a room and have her way with him, but the thought brought on a round of panic.
Her head and heart hurt over what she wanted and what she couldn’t have. It was killing her to know that in a few minutes the velvet curtains that blocked her view would open and the scene would begin.
She’d requested a scene between Razor and the Sub she’d seen him with the first time she came there.
She still didn’t know how she’d gotten the invitation.
It would be one of those things she might never have an answer to.
She asked for Shannon to be the Sub because the woman looked nothing like her.
She didn’t need another thing to pile on to her issues.
Picking up the glass of champagne, she waited for the curtains that adorned the viewing window to part. It was her choice to listen in on the scene while watching, or just watch with no sound. She’d chosen to do both. The glass was a one-way mirror, giving her the anonymity she wanted tonight.
Some people found pleasure in bar hopping. Some were adrenaline junkies. Some got off on physical contact. Lottie was becoming a voyeur. Not something she ever thought would happen. She’d always been a participant in her life. Until ten months ago.
The curtains slowly parted as she took another sip from the glass.
Lottie saw the room first. The bed draped in light satin complemented the surroundings.
The walls were a dark cherry, and the floor was a high-gloss black marble.
The chandelier hung nicely, bringing a soft light that cast lovely shadows through the room.
But the room wasn’t what she was there for.
It was the couple she had hand-picked to entertain her tonight.
She would rather be in the room. “The Velvet Room” didn’t allow anyone in the room unless they participated in the scene.
Being a voyeur didn’t count as part of the scene to them.
Shannon stood on the plush rug adorning a lovely leather collar. In the corner Razor sat in a black chair watching her. A leather teether with a braided grip lay across his lap.
This was his last night as Master Merritt. Razor had concluded that playing at the club wasn’t what he needed anymore. He needed something else. Something more fulfilling. If this scene hadn’t been a request, he’d have said no. Instead, he’d agreed to do one more scene.
The requested scene was laid out for him. Shannon had been requested as his sub for the evening. She wouldn’t have been his choice for this particular scene, but again, it was a request.
Most likely this was a guest who had seen them months back and wanted more. He checked to make sure everything was set up before entering the room.
Now, he sat staring at his sub standing on the rug facing the door. Standing, he clipped the leather tether to the collar letting it glide through his hand. He let it run down her spine as he played with the tether, teasing her.
As he clipped the bottom to her bound hands, he recognized when Shannon realized that if she dropped her head or lowered her hands, the collar would apply pressure to her throat. A small moan escaped her lips.
Razor circled her. Looking her over. Appreciating how beautiful she was posed for him. He could see how she wanted to please him. Her thighs were spread slightly, her feet were at a comfortable angle, and her head was slightly down. “Lean forward.”
She watched Razor attach the leash to the collar.
The leash dropped, slapping against her ass, and a small moan could be heard.
Lottie’s free hand slid her dress up. She listened as he gave Shannon her first command.
He had her kneel, taking her position at his feet.
She watched Razor step away, walking across the room and taking a seat in the large chair.
The door opened, allowing another sub to enter the room.
She carried a tray with a glass and a bottle of scotch.
Lottie watched as she leaned over, setting the tray on the side table.
Lottie raised an eyebrow when she noticed the woman’s features.
It made her a little uneasy. The woman had dark hair pulled into a high ponytail and bangs like hers.
The leather bra and panty set she wore paired with black heels was something she would wear.
This wasn’t something she asked for. This was his one add-on she had allowed.
“Shannon, would you like Monica to join us tonight?”
“If it pleases Sir, yes.”
“Not tonight. Thank you, Monica, you may leave.”
Lottie’s chest rose and fell as she licked her lips. There was no way he knew she’d requested this scene. Was he wanting her as badly as she wanted him? How many times had he had a scene with Monica? Did he think of her when he did? The thought turned her on. God, she was so screwed up.
The tension in the room thickened, almost tangible, as the lights hummed low in the background.
Lottie’s gaze never wavered from Shannon, whose breath quickened as the blindfold was secured.
The sound of her own heartbeat seemed to match the rhythm of Shannon’s quickening pulse.
Every movement, every slight shift in posture, felt like it carried the weight of a thousand unspoken desires.
Lottie shifted in her seat, her fingers lingering on the rim of her own glass but not taking another sip.
Her eyes traced the lines of Shannon’s body, the curve of her back, the tautness in her limbs, waiting for the next command.
There was something undeniably magnetic about the vulnerability in Shannon's posture, something Lottie couldn’t look away from.
She was caught in the pull of it, drawn in by the anticipation that filled the space.
Lottie’s thoughts were becoming a blur—desire mingling with a sense of something darker, something more thrilling.
The way Razor controlled the scene, orchestrating every move, every breath, filled her with an unsettling longing.
It was like watching something forbidden unfold, a part of her wanting to step forward and claim it, but another part pulling her back, unsure.
Razor's voice cut through the air, low and steady, but firm, the next order coming swiftly. "Kneel."
Lottie’s throat went dry at the sound of it, her fingers gripping the glass tighter.
She watched, transfixed, as Shannon obeyed, her eyes still hidden behind the blindfold.
The power dynamic, so palpable in the room, was a reminder of just how easily someone could slip into this world, and how difficult it could be to leave once you had.
And Lottie? Lottie was too far gone. She could feel her own heart hammering in her chest, the mix of excitement and uncertainty rising within her. She didn’t know whether she was ready or if she even cared anymore. The one thing she did know, this was a mistake. One she’d probably regret.